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I'm in bed now. The sheets are clean and white, and we have nothing in particular planned tomorrow. It feels delicious. Though I slept for about half our 7-hour bus ride, I'm about to keel over. That feels delicious, too.

Cuenca. It rains. Whenever a car rolls over the pavement I hear how wet it is. Our hotel is downtown, just off the street with all the expensive-looking shops--or expensive-looking for here. Everthing feels dead at night, though.

Can't wait to sleep.

Posted by chschen 16:00 Archived in Ecuador

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